King of the Mountain

I've been meaning to post these pictures from Steve's climbing trip for the past few days, but am now just getting the chance. The picture on the right is of Steve at the top of Borah Peak. He said it was a challenging climb with some hairy moments, but he's glad he did it. That being said, I think he feels the same way that I felt, after I climbed Mt. Katahdin - - glad that he accomplished it, but not planning on doing it again! At one point during their climb, they were at an area where they were holding on with their hands, feet, fingers, toes, etc. - - very steep and difficult climbing. Steve had brought along his ski poles to help with the descent. He had one strapped to his backpack, and his friend Jimmy had the other one. Well, the thunder started rolling in, and all of a sudden the ski poles started crackling and snapping from all the static electricity in the air. I can just see the two of them freaking out, trying to get those ski poles off their backpacks, all while, holding onto the ledge for dear life. Not funny, but yet...funny! Anyway, they all had a great time, had sore quads for a few days, but lived to tell about it.

It has been extremely hot for the past few days, and the boys and I have been pretty much hiding out in the basement. I'm looking forward to tomorrow, when we'll get a little break in the weather and it will *only* reach 92 degrees. Steve is putting an air conditioner in my kitchen tonight, so that will make a huge difference, since I spend most of my time in there, it seems!

Only one more Story Time left - - next Tuesday. The summer reading program sure did go by fast. There is a chance that the library might have me continue with it, but I haven't heard for sure yet.

Counting the days until my folks arrive...only 17 to go!